From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Meng Fei silently moved to the shadows by the window, held his breath, and after a short while, a thin bamboo tube silently pierced the window paper, and a wisp of barely visible smoke slowly blew into the room. It was actually a sleeping gas commonly seen in the martial arts world.

Meng Fei's eyes turned cold, and he gestured for Aya and Aluo, who had just woken up, to cover their mouths and noses.

A moment later, the door latch was gently pried open from the outside with a sharp blade, and with a soft "click," the door was pushed open a crack.

Three shadowy figures crept in, their eyes gleaming with greed as they stared intently at Meng Fei, who appeared to be drugged on the bed.

"Hurry! Find the sword manual, and the person..."

The leader lowered his voice and made a throat-slitting gesture.

However, before the words were finished, a sword light colder than the moonlight outside the window suddenly shot out from the shadows like a venomous snake!

Thirteen Deadly Swords – Three-Star Soul Stealer!

The screams were cut short before they could even escape. In the blink of an eye, the three sneaky figures had lost their lives due to their greed.

Meng Fei sheathed his sword, his face grim as he stared at the corpse on the ground, pondering to himself.

It seems that the trouble with the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual" is far from over. Although I am not afraid of these people, such endless harassment is not a long-term solution.

"We need to find a way to solve this once and for all, at least... to make those people afraid to reach out again so easily."

Suddenly, Meng Fei thought of an opportunity—Linghu Chong is now leading his men to besiege Shaolin, and the righteous and evil factions are converging on Mount Song.

If one can demonstrate strength sufficient to intimidate all heroes in the face of both righteous and evil paths, wouldn't that be more useful than any explanation or evasion?

Back then, Lin Yuantu was renowned throughout the world for his Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, yet no one ever coveted it; they were simply bullies who feared the strong and bullied the weak.

With this in mind, Meng Fei no longer hesitated.

The next day, as dawn broke, Meng Fei led Aya and Alu away from the inn, heading towards Mount Song and straight for Shaolin Temple.

Along the way, those greedy people who coveted the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, knowing they were no match for Meng Fei, set up ambushes in the forest or launched surprise attacks by the roadside, all with the aim of obtaining the fictitious Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.

However, Meng Fei's internal strength is now far superior to what it used to be, and his swordsmanship is even more fierce and decisive. Especially after he figured out the psychology of these people last night, he no longer hesitated when making moves.

Facing those greedy people, the Thirteen Deadly Swords revealed their sharpness; every strike drew blood, and all who stood in their way perished.

As more and more people were killed by Meng Fei, the news spread like wildfire throughout the martial arts world.

What Meng Fei didn't expect was that these people actually gave him the title of "Evil Swordsman," saying that his swordsmanship was strange and ruthless, that he killed without mercy, and that his actions were not righteous.

Of course, the title of "Evil Swordsman" is not without its advantages. At least... it makes many people who were originally eager to take action start to weigh their own strength and whether they can snatch the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual from him.

Half a month later, the three finally arrived at the foot of Mount Song. However, the expected scene of waving banners and bustling crowds did not appear. The entire Shaolin Temple was deathly silent.

"Strange..." Aya looked at the empty Shaolin Temple with a puzzled expression.

Why is it so quiet?

A sense of unease flashed through Meng Fei's heart. Just as he was about to enter the Shaolin Temple to look for someone and ask questions, a commotion mixed with shouts and the clash of weapons could be faintly heard from the foot of the mountain.

Interspersed among them was a long, powerful roar: "Don't see us off, everyone, we're heading down the mountain!"

Those unorthodox sects trapped in Shaolin! They actually escaped from Shaolin Temple? Judging from the noise, it seems they came down the mountain through a secret passage in Shaolin Temple.

However, Meng Fei suddenly realized that if those unorthodox sects were trapped in Shaolin, then why didn't the three of them encounter any obstacles when they went up the mountain?

Just as doubts began to grow in Meng Fei's mind, a series of urgent shouts suddenly came from the foot of the mountain. Judging from the voices, they seemed to be from the disciples of the Songshan Sect who were surrounding the mountain.

"Walk!"

Meng Fei made a quick decision, gave a low shout, and pulled the two of them to turn around and head deeper into the Shaolin Temple.

The three are now outnumbered and isolated. If they rashly show themselves, they may be mistaken for being part of the heretical sects attacking Shaolin and inevitably fall into the encirclement of the righteous heroes.

Then, using the halls and pavilions as cover, the three of them quickly found a side hall and hid there for the time being.

Before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea is over, the once quiet Shaolin Temple is filled with steady and rapid footsteps.

Led by Abbot Fangzheng of Shaolin, a large group of Shaolin monks returned to Shaolin with solemn expressions.

Following closely behind were Daoist Chongxu of Wudang, Yue Buqun of Huashan Sect, and Zuo Lengchan of Songshan Sect, among other leaders of the righteous path.

The crowd gathered in the square in front of the Great Buddha Hall, where Master Fangzheng was discussing in hushed tones with Daoist Chongxu of Wudang about the unorthodox sects' attack on Shaolin.

Just then, a soft sound came from the direction of the side hall where Meng Fei and the other two were hiding, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Fang Zheng, Chong Xu, and the others, with their cultivation levels, rushed over immediately upon hearing the commotion. However, the scene before them shocked them.

Several corpses lay on the floor of the hall. Judging from their clothes, they were disciples of the Songshan Sect and Shaolin Sect!

Standing beside them were none other than Ren Woxing, the former leader of the Sun Moon Cult, and Xiang Wentian and Ren Yingying.

"Amitabha!"

Upon seeing this, Master Fangzheng's white eyebrows twitched slightly, he chanted a Buddhist mantra in a low voice, and looked at Ren Woxing with a deep gaze.

"When Mr. Ren visited our temple, this old monk should have come out to greet him, but unexpectedly... Mr. Ren would resort to such a ruthless act!"

Meng Fei, who was hiding behind the Buddha statue, heard Fang Zheng and others talking to Ren Woxing. He immediately held his breath and concealed his aura.

Aya and Alu, who were standing beside them, also showed a hint of surprise. Although they knew that the martial arts world in the Central Plains was dangerous, they did not expect that someone would dare to kill people so brazenly in Shaolin Temple.

However, just as the three of them were hiding behind the Buddha statue, eavesdropping on the sounds outside, a sharp gaze swept across the direction of the Buddha statue.

Immediately, a clear voice rang out; it was none other than Daoist Chongxu, who had seen through the three people's actions.

"You three friends over there, you've heard enough and seen enough, why don't you come out and meet the heroes?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Fei's expression hardened. Knowing he could no longer hide, he stood up decisively and led Aya and Alu out from behind the Buddha statue.

"My name is Meng Fei. I have met Master Fangzheng, Daoist Chongxu, and all the seniors."

He bowed respectfully to the people in the hall, his expression neither humble nor arrogant.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people in the hall varied. Fang Zheng and Chong Xu looked at the three of them with deep eyes, seemingly lost in thought. When Zuo Lengchan saw Meng Fei, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a trace of undisguised astonishment crossed his face.

A few days ago, he received a message from his disciple that Meng Fei, who was rumored to have obtained the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual," had suddenly appeared.

He traveled north, his sword merciless, slaying dozens of martial artists who coveted the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, earning him the fearsome reputation of "Evil Swordsman." But now, he unexpectedly appears at Shaolin Temple!

Zuo Lengchan's mind raced, his gaze sweeping between Ren Woxing and Meng Fei before he spoke, "So it's the recently 'rising star,' the 'Evil Swordsman,' young hero Meng! Truly, what I've been searching for has come to me without any effort!"

"You and this demonic cultist Ren Woxing appeared at Shaolin one after the other, killing and injuring my righteous disciples. It seems you two were in cahoots, weren't you? Today is the perfect day to capture you both and set the record straight!"

This statement clearly indicates an intention to link Meng Fei and Ren Woxing together for attack.

Just now, Ren Woxing had agreed to three matches with Fang Zheng, Chongxu, and Zuo Lengchan to decide who would stay and who would leave. Now, Zuo Lengchan actually wanted to take the opportunity to include Meng Fei in the match as well.

Upon hearing this, Meng Fei's lips curled slightly, and he looked directly at Zuo Lengchan with a mocking tone.

"Does Leader Zuo mean he intends to keep me at Shaolin Temple as well, to chant scriptures and worship Buddha?"

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly turned sharp, carrying an undisguised edge.

"Or perhaps... Alliance Leader Zuo feels that three duels weren't enough and wants to have another one with me, Meng, alone?"